All I ever wanted, was some money get some money
All I ever wanted, was some money get some money
Turn a dollar to 20, 20 to a fifty, fifty to a band
Hold up, wait, I'm going in
All white phantom like it come off the boat
Street money yeah I come from the dope
I voted for Obama, he was talking that hope
And I don't fuck with homie cause he saving the ho
It's all hustle no luck, I come up off your plugs
I want thirty for a bird, 22 for a duck
A duck of fake bird, mean it mix with that cut
You quacking ass niggas, need to shut the fuck up
I tell em: All muscle, no pussy
The plug bless me, straight kush, I had loud in the trap
Snow in the summer, I made millions in the South, work
Self made, like Ross and them
It's MMG and everybody bosses here
Money getting made, niggas getting paid
Fuck your gun license nigga we pluck with them K's
4 in the morning I ain't seen my bed
Yeah all hustle no luck
Balling so hard that my phone went dead
Damn I just fucked my ball up
Uh, All hustle no luck, uh, all hustle no luck
Uh, All hustle no luck
Is that, is that all hustle, no luck, I bet I get me rich dawg
Lantana!
Here, they done let me out
I ain't going back then let me in can't get me out my grind hard
Phone charged, man made, nigga fack y'all!
I bet I get me rich bitch, on that all hustle no luck yeah
(All hustle, no luck)
Booty shit with my eyes closed see me I'm in grind mode
Different day with the same ho
Fucking nigga I'm payed though
Crazy nigga on the case low
Hundred nigga eat the bank roll
Do the shit if I say so, today though
Cincinnati since my mama had me
I change my city with what's all that's how I made it happy
Uh, I still ain't seen my bed
I've been hustling like a essay all this money in my head
4 in the morning I ain't seen my bed
Yeah all hustle no luck
Balling so hard that my phone went dead
Damn I just fucked my ball up
Uh, All hustle no luck, uh, all hustle no luck
Uh, All hustle no luck
Is that, is that all hustle, no luck, I bet I get me rich dawg
Trill OG, Bun B yeah that's the name
It's UGK for life homie that's the game
These boys wanna take me off my feet, but that's the thang
They know that I'm packing that I ain't scared to cock it back and bang
I'm riding round on them fo's and vogues and they clack and swang
Yeah you sittin' on 22's but they factory mane
You're trying to be like me, you see but the fact remain
For me it's easy to offer protection bro its a natural thing
Pulled out, show it up, suicide doored up
Smoked out and they pour it up, if I came down then it slow it up
Like oh man, hold up, PA get throwed up
That's Lantana they can't stand us, it's all hustle no luck
4 in the morning I ain't seen my bed
All I ever wanted was the money and the cars
Bag full of dope and a pretty ass broad
Never did I think about the time or the charge
I was busy worrying bout buying out the bar
I was busy flying out linking up was all
When you all got money, it's hard pointing out the star
When them dollars fall, them hoes start to follow
We just seat back and gloat cause we got 'em
He want war, it's on sight when I spot 'em
Can't do haters, head shots when I dot 'em
Yeah, it's all hustle, no luck
Get this money and we ain't giving no fucks
Uh, All hustle no luck, Uh, All hustle no luck
Uh, All hustle no luck
Is that, is that all hustle, no luck, I bet I get me rich dawg